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So you speak to me of sadness |
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And the coming of the winter |
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Fear that is within you now that seems to never end |
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And the dreams that have escaped you |
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And the hope that you've forgotten |
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And you tell me that you need me now |
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And you want to be my friend |
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And you wonder where we're going |
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Where's the rhyme and where's the reason |
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And it's you cannot accept |
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It is here we must begin |
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To seek the wisdom of the children |
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And the graceful way of flowers in the wind |
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For the children and the flowers |
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Are my sisters and my brothers |
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Their laughter and their loveliness |
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Would clear a cloudy day |
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Like the music of the mountains |
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And the colors of the rainbow |
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They're a promise of the future |
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And a blessing for today |
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Though the cities start to crumble |
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And the towers fall around us |
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The sun is slowly fading |
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And it's colder than the sea |
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It is written from the desert |
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To the mountains they shall lead us |
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By the hand and by the heart |
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And they will comfort you and me |
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In their innocence and trusting |
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They will teach us to be free |
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For the children and the flowers |
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Are my sisters and my brothers |
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Their laughter and their loveliness |
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Would clear a cloudy day |
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And the song that I am singing |
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Is a prayer to nonbelievers |
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Come and stand beside us |
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We can find a better way |
